The golden-bodied figure gently swayed the blade in their hand, and instantly a brilliant purple light erupted, then vanished in a flash. This blade could only unleash its extraordinary power—capable of stirring the very laws of heaven and earth—when held by the golden-bodied figure. As for the spiritual form, Han Li simply snapped their wrist, summoning a cascade of five or six unique items from their storage bracelet—each one flashing past and vanishing in an instant. These items varied in form: some were jade pendants, others banners, and one even a ring-shaped artifact. After a brief pause, Han Li then withdrew a solemn scroll, threw it with deliberate care toward the spiritual form. The spiritual form merely opened its mouth without expression, instantly swallowing all the items whole. Then, both figures each pressed a seal, and in a blur, they both faded from sight. After completing these tasks, Han Li spun around smoothly, and instantly hundreds of sword array flags, array discs, and other setup tools shot out from his body. Under the swirling array of colorful lights, he swiftly established five or six temporary magical arrays of different types near the sword array. When his body finally came to a stop and he settled into a steady stance, he then shook his sleeves toward the sky. Hundreds of scrolls burst forth from one sleeve, flashing briefly before vanishing into the heavens, only to disappear. From the other sleeve, however, thirteen orbs of purple light shot out at once, swelling in the wind to become thirteen large, fierce armored insects, each several feet in size, circling and dancing above Han Li’s head. Finally, he suddenly produced a white crystalline sphere about the size of a clenched fist, and exhaled directly into it. A stream of pure blood transformed into a mist and surged forth, then instantly vanished into the sphere. The sphere immediately turned a rosy, blood-colored hue. Han Li tossed the crystal orb forward, his expression serious as he chanted continuously, his ten fingers rapidly striking the orb like a wheel of motion. One after another, colorful spells surged into the orb like a tidal wave, flooding it with an eerie luminescence. After the blood-like glow within the orb fluctuated and finally solidified into an unknown blood-colored symbol, Han Li exhaled deeply and, with a swift motion of his sleeve, covered the orb. A soft, misty radiance shimmered and then the orb was instantly drawn upward. After completing this, Han Li paused thoughtfully. Then, he reached out and gently stroked the mysterious engraved pattern on the arm, only to find no response, and chuckled softly at this. Immediately, he raised his head and let out a long, resonant roar, his golden aura spreading across his body as he transformed into a colossal golden-furred giant ape, standing over a hundred zhang tall. As the roar ceased, the giant ape stood at the center of the sword formation, arms folded, and coldly gazed toward the distant sky, where no movement had been observed. "Very well. Finally, you've realized that in mere moments, a thunderous roar came from the giant ape gazing toward the horizon. A flash of crimson light revealed a small blood-colored boat, which then swiftly transformed into a surge of blood threads. After only a few breaths, the light faded, and the blood threads materialized above Han Li, reforming into the shape of a boat. Three youths of ordinary appearance approached, each with distinct expressions. The leading youth wore a cold, mocking expression, clearly harboring disdain. The two behind him remained expressionless, their gaze sharp and piercing, like blades. "Hmph. Human youngster, you've indeed managed to escape swiftly. Yet now you've halted—do you intend to make a final, desperate stand? Do you truly believe that merely with a sword formation and a few temporary magical arrays, you can secure your life?" said the leading youth, yawning. "Only by trying can we know whether it will work. I doubt you expect me to surrender without a fight." The giant ape laughed heartily, raising both massive hands in the air. Instantly, ripples surged above the small boat, and two luminous, translucent hands—one black and one white—emerged. One radiated ten thousand streaks of gray light, the other encircled in a swirling cascade of five-colored cold flames. As the fingers of each hand clenched and pressed down with force, their presence surged powerfully. "Hmph. You're overestimating yourselves," the leading youth remarked with a proud tone, then pressed a hand seal. A surge of black mist rippled behind him, and suddenly, two gray tendrils shot forth, straightening and darting toward the two giant beasts. These tendrils seemed made of some unique substance. As they flashed like iron spears and struck the two hands, the hands instantly burst like balloons, dissolving into scattered beams of light. Yet the inner essence of the magnetic divine light and the five-colored cold flames contained within the hands proved to be formidable techniques, instead surging upward in a powerful wave. A flash of shimmering light revealed one tendril transforming into a clear, crystalline pillar of ice, while the other was enveloped in gray radiance, flashing with intense light before "Hmm, the Primordial Magnetic Divine Light—such a rare ability indeed." The leading young man's composed demeanor softened slightly, and he even uttered the name of the technique with genuine surprise. Han Li, observing the scene, furrowed his brow. His transformed giant ape, however, gave a cold, stern smile and replied evenly, "Do you really think that merely by your physical form, you can force me to flee? I merely wish to be far from your retinue." "You're so confident—perhaps you believe your two hidden allies can make the difference?" the leading youth suddenly flashed a cold smile. At the very same moment, the two figures standing behind him launched their attacks. One suddenly opened his mouth and expelled a sphere of black light, which swiftly condensed into a small cauldron. As the cauldron spun gently, a column of black light burst forth from its opening. The other, with a single hand, reached out and then released, sending a blurred, seven-colored tower silhouette hurtling forward in a flash. The spots they attacked were precisely the seemingly empty voids on either side of the crimson boat. "Boom!" "Boom!" The voids simultaneously surged with waves of energy, and two figures emerged from their hidden states—one wavered into visibility, then solidified. One radiated brilliant golden light with three heads and six arms; the other had emerald skin and an expressionless face—exactly the forms of the two holy beings, originally intending to approach the crimson boat silently. Han Li's expression darkened at this development. Yet what surprised Han Li was that upon seeing the three-headed, six-armed golden figure, the leading youth's face immediately took on an unusual expression. "True magical form! Hah! What a delight—someone from the human race has refined the True Magic Technique to such an extent, and even solidified it into a golden body. If those elders knew of this, I can only imagine their reactions!" The youth's eyes sparkled as he spoke, his tone laced with both self-mockery and subtle contempt. Hearing this, Han Li did not display any particularly surprised expression. After all, although he had made numerous modifications to the Buddhist-Saint True Magic Technique, the form of the Buddhist-Saint Dharma-Form was indeed quite unique—any master of magic would be able to immediately recognize its origins. Of course, among the human race, only a few magicians had achieved such mastery in the art of magic, and Han Li generally hesitated to deploy this golden body unless absolutely necessary. Now, facing off against the Blood-Light Saint Patriarch in his manifested form, he could no longer afford to hold back. Thus, the giant ape form did not show any surprise, but instead casually glanced at the manifestation spewing out the Purple Vessel, already silently murmuring to himself. In his large, furry hand, a crystal sphere inscribed with blood-colored symbols gradually rose, appearing without a sound. As the secret technique was activated, the symbols within the sphere began to flicker in and out of brightness, as though suddenly coming to life. The young lord, observing Han Li's composed demeanor, fixed his gaze successively on the golden form and the spiritual body, as though pondering something deeply. Yet in the very next instant, he suddenly perceived something crucial, his face instantly pale as he roared, "You dare tamper with me here—die!" As soon as the words left his lips, black light rippled behind him, and a towering magical figure materialized—its head crowned with massive horns and its body adorned with over a dozen enormous tentacles. Though the figure appeared somewhat indistinct, as soon as it emerged, the tentacles merely flicked slightly, and a thunderous roar erupted. With the force of dozens of white, swirling gusts, the tentacles surged across hundreds of paces, materializing mere feet from Han Li, and then swiftly plunged forward in a lightning-fast thrust. "Hmph," the giant ape murmured coldly, his incantation momentarily interrupted. With a firm squeeze of his furry fingers gripping the crystal orb, the orb burst into a brilliant, dazzling explosion. The crimson runes flickered and vanished into the palm of Han Li. At the same time, a sword curtain before him shimmered and suddenly transformed into dozens of pale green lotus blossoms, each about a foot in size, their petals gleaming with a sharp, piercing light. The tendrils plunged straight into these blossoms. The lotuses merely spun gently, and instantly countless sword qi interwove and sliced through the tendrils, cutting them into countless fragments. The leading youth sneered, adjusting his hand seal, preparing to summon another spell—when suddenly, a sharp cry erupted from behind him, followed by a piercing, strange sound. He swiftly turned to look back, only to see the Zǐyán Ding suddenly tremble violently, emit a strange cry, and surge upward from the fingers of its other incarnation. The original incarnation controlling the鼎 was utterly stunned, yet reacted swiftly—his arm moved only slightly, and he reached out, palm extended into the void. At that moment, a colossal claw shadow suddenly emerged, enveloping the entire expanse of space stretching several mu in width. Zǐ Yán Dǐng, despite trying to take flight, seemed utterly helpless. The leading youth felt a sense of relief, yet as he pondered the unfolding situation, the golden-hair giant ape within the sword formation suddenly slammed both palms against its chest and roared out with a powerful cry. The roar echoed like thunder from a clear sky! "Unh!" Hearing the cry, the leading youth involuntarily staggered, his face paling as he gasped aloud. The figure that had been reaching for Zǐ Yán Dǐng also trembled, its expansive aura collapsing and dissolving as if shattered. Zǐ Yán Dǐng immediately emitted a long, resonant cry, transforming into a streak of purple light and rising several dozen zhang high—only a few more movements away from truly vanishing into the air. "Hold it there!" The leading youth, no longer hesitating to seek out Han Li's example, shouted in alarm and urgency. The last boy, holding the seven-colored miniature tower, slightly lifted his brow and then threw the tower from his hands.